As morning slides into afternoon,
I watch from my window
the waning moon, white
over the maroon trees,
flat against the thin blue sky
like long-ago figures
pressed on felt boards
in Bible school.

When the sun slips off
to someone else’s room,
west in the Dakotas,
fading forms
play against the walls.

Night arrives. Darkness,
my only guest,
dims the trees
and crowns my roof with stars.